Instant Karma

The warm May sun shone into the delivery truck parked outside the Student Union building. Inside the back of the van was an explosion of early spring flowers. Lilacs and Marigolds clashed in a spectacular display of purple and rich bloody orange. Soft buttery Tulips peeked from here and there and hot house Roses drooped in the heat. Inside, the scent was overpowering, sickly sweet, rich and sultry, and a dank, wet, brown undertone leaked from old forgotten vases full of undeliverable congratulations, apologies and declarations of love. The front of the van was littered with food wrappers and Coke bottles. The windows were tinted.

In the front seat he leaned into the headrest and licked his lips as he watched her pass by, his hands tightened painfully on the steering wheel and his heart skipped a beat. He loved to watch her like this, at the end of a long day, her shift at the Book Store over, tired, head down, completely oblivious to the world around her. Some days he fantasized about jumping out of the van and offering to carry her books home for her. She would smile at the old fashioned approach and let him. As she turned the corner he swallowed hard and pulled out into the street. CSI was a good sized community college but he still managed to park behind Eagle Hall just moments before she swiped her card and disappeared into the building. From his parking space in the loading dock he could see into her bedroom window. His hand drifted to his zipper as he watched her change into street clothes, grab a bag and when she was gone and the room was dark he replayed images in his head, a series of snapshot memories.

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She's framed by the two large oak trees on either side of the front of the administration building, soft blonde hair surrounds a heart shaped face, big blue eyes peer out at him, and soft rose tinted lips curve up into a smile just for him. She looked him in the eyes for a moment before her tongue darted out over her lips. Then in a flurry of pale gold hair, she turned, ran up the stairs and was gone.

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In the library, surrounded by a sea of books, and a hand full of other students she giggled, and flirted, tossing her hair, leaning forward in her soft pale blue sweater that clung like a second skin to her perfect body. Each time she laughed she looked over at the shelves he'd hidden behind as if she knew he was there, as if her laughter, her seductive smiles, each tilt of her pretty face are really just for him. It was like deep down inside she knew he was there, waiting for her, aching for her, and she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

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At the club, the music pulsed and throbbed making his heart beat fast and hard. In the center of the room she danced. She whirled, spun, and swayed her hips to the music. She was like a dusky moth in the moon light. Each movement of her slim, curvy body drew him closer, until he was on the dance floor. Close enough to touch her, close enough to taste her. She danced with abandon, throwing herself into the movements. She pressed into him, accidentally, and when she turned she smiled and blushed. He knew she was dancing for him, dancing in an age old mating call, a seductive invitation.

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She looked like an angel in her bed, sleeping so soundly, the pale curtain nothing more than a scrap of cloth between them. She slept in the nude, her blanket drawn over her chest, one smooth leg peeking out from under it. In the moonlight her hair gleamed, and her skin glowed, as if someone had sprinkled her naked body with glitter. He used the tree branch like a bridge, his athletic body making short work of the small gap separating him from her. Balanced carefully on the ledge he tried the window, it opened. Slipping in like a shadow, he stood above her, reached out to just barely brush a strand of hair away from her face. She smiled softly in her sleep and he ran the tip of his finger along the curve of her cheek, down over her throat and along her collarbone. She shivered. Carefully he curled his fingers under the blanket and drew it away from her. Part of him wanted her to wake, wanted a flash of fear in her eyes before she gave into him. He wanted her so bad, needed her so bad. He pulled the blanket, dropped it to the floor and breathed her in, soaked up the sight of her, naked, shameless and asleep. He took in every line, every valley, drank her up until he was ready to burst with her. Then the scrape of a key in the door brought him back to his senses and he was gone before her roommate let herself in.

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He shuddered, his body jerking under sticky fingers as he lingered over the image of her asleep in her bed. That was his favorite. He been back twice after but the window had always been locked and he stayed, perched in his tree, watching her sleep. He sat back into the seat of his truck and sighed, reveling in the idea of her. Then it was time to move one, do his rounds, and make his stops. The overwhelming scent of lilacs covered the smell of sweat and sex and the pretty arrangements and bouquets in the back of van were full of them.

The pale blue slip fluttered in his shaking hand, his sweat melted the corner as he read the words over and over.

Sara Beth: 1 happy birthday bouquet w/ pale pink Lilies and white tulips.

Card should read: Happy Birthday darling, love Mom and Dad.

It was fate, she was meant to be his. The delivery was scheduled for next Tuesday, but with a click of a mouse the birthday bouquet was part of tomorrow's route. He fussed for hours over the flowers, picked the best of the blooms, making sure the arrangement was just perfect. He tossed in a few pick rosebuds because he wanted to brush the petals against her naked skin. It was fate she was meant to be his.

The excitement was racing through his veins, making him crazy while he waited, he wanted to take her the flowers between noon and two, during her roommate's Pych class and the morning seemed to drag on forever. He drove past her apartment, over and over again until about 11:30 then he parked behind the building, deep in the shadows, where no one could see him. He took a moment to relieve some pressure; he wanted to be perfect for her. Then her walked up a flight of stairs and knocked on her door.

"Just a minute," her voice rang out. "Let me grab a robe."

The door opened and there she stood, his goddess, his beautiful Venus. Her hair was wet, and little beads of water clung to her skin. She was wrapped in a pale blue robe. It was soft and silky, and it clung to her. He could see the outline of her towel under the damp fabric.

"I have a delivery for a Sara Beth," he said, from behind the towering arrangement.

"Oh my GOD! They're so beautiful! Who are they from?" She squealed leaning over to breathe them in. Her robe slipped and his breath caught as the pale curve of her breast peeked out at him.

"I'm not sure, hey can I set these down somewhere, and then you can read the card."

"Yeah, okay," answered Sara, looking him over.

She liked what she saw, the women always did. It was why his boss had hired him in the first place even though he wasn't a student and the flower shop usually hired kids off campus. His dark curly hair, big blue eyes, and charming smile put the customers at ease in the shop and his athletic body made even the most difficult delivery a breeze. Some of his older customers had taken to ordering flowers for their offices and homes just to admire him. He had always been beautiful and he could see the gleam in Sara's eyes as she watched him reach into her highest shelf and bring down a vase for her flowers. Following him into the kitchen Sara reached into her microwave and he licked his lips as her butt flexed against her robe. Her legs were perfect and he couldn't wait to have them wrapped around him. He could just see her pressed against the wall, a scrap of blue cloth pushed up around her hips…

"Thank you so much for the flowers, are you allowed to accept tips," she asked.

"No tip required," he purred as he began to close the gap between them.

"Okay, well, how about a cookie instead?" She held out a platter.

"Mmm, looks good."

He took a bite of the cookie and as it melted in his mouth he reached for her, blood boiling, his breathing uneven and ragged. As his fingers brushed silky cloth the platter dropped to the floor and she screamed, shrill and frantic …

Daily news Tragedy on campus:

Tragedy struck the dorms today when a freshman, Sara Beth Andersen, opened her door to a local flower delivery man. Sara let him in her room and then the unthinkable happened. After accepting a peanut butter cookie the young man, a local boy by the name of Steven Church, who played quarter back at Jefferson High, and was well known on campus, died of anaphylactic shock. Apparently he was severely allergic to peanuts and didn't realize he was in danger. Sara, who called 911 and tried to perform mouth to mouth recitation is devastated and will be hosting a candle light vigil in his honor…

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